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Click hereBen curled up behind me, his chin pressed against the top of my head, his arms pulling me close until my back was against his chest and my bottom settled against him. He said, "I'm so sorry, Holly my love. I didn't know what to do when you ran away that day. I couldn't come to your house, knock on the door, and say, 'You don't know me, but I deflowered your daughter out in the woods there – can I see her?' But you didn't come back the next day. Then I heard someone from my new church say that you were practically engaged, and I was so angry that you had led me on like this. So today, I punished you."
I tried to interrupt, but Ben shushed me. "After how I've acted, you may not believe it, but I want you to be happy. And if you'll be happy with Daniel, then I'm sorry for forcing myself on you like this today. I'll let you be."
I said, "Ben, I am not engaged. And I'm where I want to be, with you. But you do have to know something about Daniel..."
I told him the whole story, why I left, why I went on that horrible date, and what I let them do to me. Ben rolled me onto my back so he could look into my eyes. I could see so much in his – love, caring, and also a building rage. Ben growled, "I'll kill them both for doing that to you."
Instead, I hugged him close. "The best revenge will be making me utterly and completely forget them. Do you have any ideas about how to do that?"
It turned out that he did.
He slowly, thoroughly kissed me as his hands moved across my overheated skin. His palms skated across my breasts before his fingers twirled and danced with my nipples, causing me to arch against his touch, submitting to his lead. Ben slid his hands to my hips, then to my thighs, beckoning me to open to him. His fingers tangoed across my wet slit, teasing me with a maddening rhythm before taking his hand away. He slid his cock into me, winding my legs around his hips as our bodies danced in harmony. Thrusting gently at first, Ben pushed deeper with a frenzied tempo until I was lightheaded and felt like I was spinning. A sudden crescendo left me crying out his name, hearing him call out to me as our juices mixed and mingled, as intertwined as our bodies now were.
For the rest of the day, we lounged at our special place, touching, loving, bathing in the hot spring and sunning ourselves on the nearby rocks. As dusk settled in, we finally pulled on our clothes. This time, Ben took my hand and we walked toward my house together, marveling over our luck and wondering about the future. Before we stepped onto the front porch, Ben laughed and said, "How fast do you think they can arrange a wedding?"
"Assuming my father doesn't throw a fit, I don't think it would take too long," I told him, curious. "Why?"
Ben said, "They may be relieved to know I'm a member of the church, but how will your parents like us getting married while you're wearing a maternity dress?"
I put my hand against my still-flat stomach, wondering if we could be so lucky. Ben covered his hand with my own, and that's how my father found us when he opened the front door.
In case you were wondering, a simple but lovely outdoor wedding can be planned and executed in under two weeks, especially when the couple is more excited about the honeymoon than the ceremony.